And of each shade, that did it selfe present;
For still she feared to be ouerhent,
Of that vile hag, or her[1021] vnciuile sonne:
Who when too late awaking, well they kent,
That their faire guest was gone, they both begonne
To make exceeding mone, as they had bene vndonne.
But that lewd louer did the most lament xx
For her depart, that euer man did heare;
He knockt his brest with desperate intent,
And scratcht his face, and with his teeth did teare